When we arrived at the resort, we parked up and got out of the car.
The snow had been falling for the duration of the two-hour drive and everyone was a little tense during those white-out moments. Now we could stretch and congratulate Shawn, the driver among us, for getting us here safe and whole. We registered at the resort's main reception and went back to the car. We grabbed our luggage. We were teenage guys, so we traveled fairly light. We hauled our bags up to the cabin. The heaviest stuff to carry was the food and alcohol. It took a second trip.
Three of us had turned nineteen in the last two months and Tony and I were both turning twenty in the next two weeks. There hadn't been much time to celebrate during the last semester at the college we all attended. We all took our studies seriously, so college was not booze and bimbos for us. We worked hard and needed this break, so we planned on this for weeks.
The cabin was everything the resort ad said it would be. Fully furnished with a master bedroom that had a queen-size bed, a second bedroom with three bunks, and a pull-out couch bed in the living room. Nobody would have to share a bed. The cabin was equipped with Wi-Fi and the living room boasted a sixty-inch TV above the fireplace. Tony got the fire started and Johnny, the tech geek of our number, was soon able to bypass the smart TV's imposed limitations so that we could skip the ordinary streaming services and watch porn on the internet.
Of course, everyone tried to stake a claim to the master bedroom. It was the most comfortable bed in the only private room.
Walt suggested drawing straws, with the short straw lucking into the big bed for two nights. We all agreed that was fair, but we determined to have the draw later as we were all enjoying the porn Johnny had rigged up.
In our part of the world, nineteen was legal drinking age, so we didn't have to sneak around anymore with alcohol. We had a stockpile of beer and hard liquor to last us the weekend. After the fall session we'd had at school, we were all ready to cut loose.
"Man, look at that bimbo. Her tits are so fake."
"Look at the guy. That dick has to be fake too."
"You'd be looking at the dick, it figures."
"Hey, I don't have to be embarrassed that my cock isn't twelve inches long. When he puts that in her, she's going to split up the middle."
The drinks flowed freely. I warmed up with my favourite beer, while some of the others got loaded on the whiskey and rum. With three of us on the couch, it was at capacity. The room had two chairs though so we all sat our asses on cushions while we watched the next video Johnny loaded up. It was a pair of lesbians in a sixty-nine. It was pretty hot.
"If I had a body like that redhead's," Tony said, "I'd just take showers all day long and moisturize myself."
We laughed. It was a line from an old movie slightly paraphrased, but none of us could remember what the film was.
"Freddy," Shawn said. "You're still drinking beer when the rest of us are on the hard stuff. You're not planning on taking advantage of us, are you?"
"You wish," I replied.
We all laughed. It seemed so improbable. Ridiculous even.
As the hours passed, we had a roaring fire going and the room was a bastion against the cold outside, but it was almost uncomfortably warm for anyone wearing clothes.
"We're all guys here," Walt said, stripping off his sweater. "Anyone got a problem if I sit in my boxers?"
Nobody did. We were all cooking in the room's heat. Besides we were used to being partially nude together from sitting around our dorm rooms. Shawn and I were roommates. So were Walt and Johnny. Seeing each other in underwear wasn't that strange to us. Soon, we were all down to our t-shirts and boxers or briefs. We weren't really pyjamas kind of people.
Time passed. We continued to put a dent in our alcohol stockpile. We were slurring our words and laughing at the stupidest things. The TV grew hazy with booze vision and we put the lamps out to see better in the dark.
We were pretty susceptible to the porn. We were watching a black chick ride a lucky white guy while she pulled a dick in each hand from generic porn studs.
"That's hot," Tony said. "I don't know about you guys, but I need to pull my pud."
Just like that, he whipped it out and started to jerk off slowly. Such was the stupor of the room that most of us weren't shocked at all. Rather, it seemed like a pretty good idea. Within a minute, all five of us had our dicks in our hands, rubbing them slowly and pretending we weren't watching each other.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Tony spoke again.
"Freddy, you're closest to the kitchen. Better go get the paper towel. We paid a deposit on this place, and we'll be out a lot of cash if we get cum stains all over it."
That made sense to me. So, I stood up, but Shawn, sitting beside me on the couch, reached up and yanked my boxers down. Everyone laughed, even me. I stepped out of the underwear and took my t-shirt off so that I was stark, bare-ass naked, my boner in evidence.
Johnny had another request. "While you're in there, grab some straws and some scissors. We'll draw straws for the bedroom soon. I know I'm fucking drunk and wouldn't mind a private room to jerk off in."
I pranced through the house in the nude, coming back to the living room with the paper towel and the straws. I felt self-conscious, but I had the confidence of a drunk and pragmatically recognized that everyone had their dicks out anyway, which was as good as being naked to most guys' minds.
Tony spoke up.
"I have an idea that will save the paper towel. Whoever draws the short straw swallows all our cum! Just to sweeten the deal, the cocksucker gets the private room."
The rest of us nodded in approval of this brilliant suggestion. Nobody ever thinks they'll be the one to pull the short straw.
"Getting my cock sucked sounds good. Nobody told me to pack for a circle jerk, so I left my lube at home." Walt was practical about everything.
Johnny cut the straws, holding them up so that we could see four pieces were the same length and one was short.
"We might as well do it now."
Everyone agreed that Johnny could be trusted to be impartial. We all said we would accept the results as binding and there'd be no 'best two-out-of-three' bullshit. With the articles agreed, Johnny put the straws between his hands and started mixing them up. We all pretty quickly lost track of where that short straw was. He put them all in one fist without looking at them and then pressed his palm down over the tops to even them out. It now looked like he had five straws of equal strength. In our state of mind, this seemed like a really good magic trick. I swear Walt applauded.
I spoke up. "I want to draw first."
"Why?" Shawn asked.
"Because I'm the one who had to go to the kitchen to get the stuff."
Truth was, I was afraid to choose the short straw and swallow cum. I wanted the best chances going. My excuse was bullshit, but to my surprise, Johnny supported what I said and the others went along.
Triumphant, I drew the first straw and held it out for everyone to see. Shawn was next, but his and all the ones that followed were longer straws than mine. Despite the odds, I had drawn the short straw.
"The good news is you get the master bedroom tonight," Johnny announced. "There is no bad news, Cocksucker."
I sat stunned, trying to think of an excuse to wriggle off this hook. I had nothing.
"Well, now that we've settled that, whose knob gets polished first?" Johnny asked. "This time, the short straw is the winner."
There were only four competitors this time, since I was not included, so I was entrusted with three long pieces and the one short straw. I mixed them up behind my back and held them out for the four men. On the third pick, Shawn drew the winning straw.
Everyone cheered. I was particularly embarrassed at the thought of blowing my college roommate. I was pretty sure Shawn would never let me forget that I sucked his cock and he might try to leverage that against me to make me do it again. I would see his face every day and remember this.
I was standing and Shawn was still sitting in the middle of the couch beside Walt, and both were grinning up at me, eager to watch my first blowjob. That left the cushion I'd been sitting on unoccupied. The floor of the cabin's living room floor was hardwood, so I pulled the cushion off the couch and put it between Shawn's feet. I lowered myself to my knees and stared into Shawn's crotch.
"Here," Shawn said, leaning down to the end table where I'd been sitting and snatching up my drink. "To wet your whistle."
Oddly enough, my mouth was quite moist, but I accepted the drink and the gesture with gratitude. I downed what was left of my beer in a single swallow. Then, emboldened and determined, I fell to my work. I peeled his boxers out of the way so I had access to his cock and balls. A cheer went up from the others in the room and I felt seized by a strange exhilaration that came from the forbidden nature of what I was about to do, the fact that I would be watched by my best friends as I swallowed cock for the first time. I took Shawn's boner by the base in a firm but gentle grip and imitated the methods of the porn stars I'd been watching all evening. I opened my mouth and lowered my face over his dick, sucking in the engorged glans and running my tongue over it. I found the flavour surprisingly pleasant.
The soundtrack of the evening had been the grunts and moans of the men and women of porn. Now I noticed a shift. All of the sounds were masculine. I stopped what I was doing long enough to look over my shoulder at the television. Johnny had flipped the playlist over to gay porn. Appropriately, the scene on screen at the moment showed a guy on his knees serving several naked men. I smiled at Johnny and he winked. Then I returned to my work.
I let Shawn thrust his cock up into my mouth and learned to keep my mouth closed with my lips covering my teeth to save his cock from lacerations. I continued sucking him while jacking him with my hand. After a minute, I realized my eyes were closed, so I opened them and looked up at Shawn. He had a look of perfect contentment for several seconds until I felt a sudden spasm in his dick. His face became a map of ecstasy. His eyes rolled back in his head, his nostrils flared and he bit his lip. He let out a long moan, which was then punctuated by several short ones and then a sigh, by which time my mouth was full of his cum. The other men in the room cheered, but whether for me or for Shawn, I didn't know.
